Post by Jenny on Aug 7, 2013 21:42:36 GMT -5
Yiska had been waiting at the edge of the village, sitting crossed legged and in meditation to commune with the spirits, asking that they speed Sinjun’s journey and that she return safe… and soon. There was a glow about him as he harnessed ancient spiritual power. His tribe held back respectfully and did not disturb him. Not even Fahla or her daughter. He was growing into the shaman he was meant to be and he made them proud. His consciousness was not entirely in his body, weaving through the other world, besides the spirits that guided him.
He felt Hoti and Teru return, and he slowly stirred out of his deep meditation before he saw them with his eyes. Sinjun was not among them and it sent a spike of fear into his belly. He got to his feet quickly, enough to make him dizzy after expending himself in his prayers but recovered quickly. He jogged to meet them, worry clear on his face.
“Hoti, Teru, what of Sinjun? Is she all right?” He gnawed on his lower lip.
“Fear not, Yiska. She is safe. The mystery of the golems have been revealed. One of her kin is the keeper of some of them, but not all.” Hoti held up his hands to calm him as he replied.
“Her kin?” Yiska blinked.
“Yes, her name is Klai. She has come far from another land and speaks in a strange tongue,” Teru added. “She created these golems from metal and precious stones, and has breathed life into them with magic we cannot conceive.”
“Are they coming back?” Anxiety struck him and he remembered telling Sinjun that she not need to stay with the Yitoki, though he had been very glad to hear that she didn’t want to leave him, and he thought that perhaps she had changed her mind.
“She and Klai are talking amongst themselves. Sinjun is safe, she will return presently. One of the golems known as Janus will be accompanying her.” Hoti held out a hand to silence Yiska’s next question for he knew what he was going to say. “The golem will stay out of sight to not cause panic among our people. Klai has promised us that he is good. He is here for our protection, and for Sinjun’s.”
“Will I meet this Klai?”
Hoti shook his head. “No, she is going elsewhere with all speed. We need to talk to your father. All will be revealed, there is not much time.”
“Yes, of course.” Yiska accompanied them to his father’s tent. The council members were called with all haste and Yiska was allowed to sit among them, since he was already involved.
After listening to Hoti’s report, with insightful additions here and there by the help of Teru, the council was in a state of turmoil. Some were against leaving, others were for it. Some could not believe that such a threat existed, and others were greatly afraid of its possibility. After further deliberation, votes were cast. The consensus was that the Yitoki would indeed move on the other side of the canyon. Doing so would not only put distance between the sprawling temple ruins on the southeastern side, as the canyon was almost due north of the village, but the canyon itself was so engrained with spiritual power it was a necessary protection. Against unknown magic, the old shaman and his new and budding apprentice was their only hope, for even the warriors were not matched in strength as these golems, and they were not about to send half the Yitoki tribe in a suicide mission.
“Begin the preparations,” Moraji stood. “We must break camp immediately. The women and children will be afraid, so we must not tell them why we are moving.” He turned his head towards his son. “Yiska, you must tell them that the spirits are guiding our way. Do not speak of this foreign magic.”
“Yes, father.” Yiska nodded. “I understand what I must do.”
Keeping information from the rest of the tribe would not be cruel, and they were only bending the truth in saying that the spirits were responsible for the move, for they were always among them, whether they knew it or not.
As the council adjourned, Yiska was told that Sinjun had returned. He hurried in her direction.
He felt Hoti and Teru return, and he slowly stirred out of his deep meditation before he saw them with his eyes. Sinjun was not among them and it sent a spike of fear into his belly. He got to his feet quickly, enough to make him dizzy after expending himself in his prayers but recovered quickly. He jogged to meet them, worry clear on his face.
“Hoti, Teru, what of Sinjun? Is she all right?” He gnawed on his lower lip.
“Fear not, Yiska. She is safe. The mystery of the golems have been revealed. One of her kin is the keeper of some of them, but not all.” Hoti held up his hands to calm him as he replied.
“Her kin?” Yiska blinked.
“Yes, her name is Klai. She has come far from another land and speaks in a strange tongue,” Teru added. “She created these golems from metal and precious stones, and has breathed life into them with magic we cannot conceive.”
“Are they coming back?” Anxiety struck him and he remembered telling Sinjun that she not need to stay with the Yitoki, though he had been very glad to hear that she didn’t want to leave him, and he thought that perhaps she had changed her mind.
“She and Klai are talking amongst themselves. Sinjun is safe, she will return presently. One of the golems known as Janus will be accompanying her.” Hoti held out a hand to silence Yiska’s next question for he knew what he was going to say. “The golem will stay out of sight to not cause panic among our people. Klai has promised us that he is good. He is here for our protection, and for Sinjun’s.”
“Will I meet this Klai?”
Hoti shook his head. “No, she is going elsewhere with all speed. We need to talk to your father. All will be revealed, there is not much time.”
“Yes, of course.” Yiska accompanied them to his father’s tent. The council members were called with all haste and Yiska was allowed to sit among them, since he was already involved.
After listening to Hoti’s report, with insightful additions here and there by the help of Teru, the council was in a state of turmoil. Some were against leaving, others were for it. Some could not believe that such a threat existed, and others were greatly afraid of its possibility. After further deliberation, votes were cast. The consensus was that the Yitoki would indeed move on the other side of the canyon. Doing so would not only put distance between the sprawling temple ruins on the southeastern side, as the canyon was almost due north of the village, but the canyon itself was so engrained with spiritual power it was a necessary protection. Against unknown magic, the old shaman and his new and budding apprentice was their only hope, for even the warriors were not matched in strength as these golems, and they were not about to send half the Yitoki tribe in a suicide mission.
“Begin the preparations,” Moraji stood. “We must break camp immediately. The women and children will be afraid, so we must not tell them why we are moving.” He turned his head towards his son. “Yiska, you must tell them that the spirits are guiding our way. Do not speak of this foreign magic.”
“Yes, father.” Yiska nodded. “I understand what I must do.”
Keeping information from the rest of the tribe would not be cruel, and they were only bending the truth in saying that the spirits were responsible for the move, for they were always among them, whether they knew it or not.
As the council adjourned, Yiska was told that Sinjun had returned. He hurried in her direction.